On my birthday once Tiki bought me a cane and asked me to show her how much I loved her. That cane obliterated into pieces, so I decided to do it again. Only this time there would be eight different canes used and the session would be well over an hour in length. This is part one wherein I have a collared Tiki walk in submissively with her head bowed, knowing what was in store for her. The pain would be great, but her submission even greater. She was willing (out of love) to lean against the mantle, stick her bottom well out as I yanked down her short-shorts. With her amazingly firm and tan...

On my birthday once Tiki bought me a cane and asked me to show her how much I loved her. That cane obliterated into pieces, so I decided to do it again. Only this time there would be eight different canes used and the session would be well over an hour in length. This is part one wherein I have a collared Tiki walk in submissively with her head bowed, knowing what was in store for her. The pain would be great, but her submission even greater. She was willing (out of love) to lean against the mantle, stick her bottom well out as I yanked down her short-shorts. With her amazingly firm and tan lined bottom in position. I methodically cane her. The sound that of the cane through the air and that even more unmistakable sound of the canes meeting firm flesh, is something that will embrace your mind. This four-part segment is a must for any true caning enthusiast. This is true and accepted submission at its best